UNIFIED FIELD POSTSCRIPT

Swing from the rope that hangs from the grid, holding the loop at the end. Since we first began to understand it as more than taps and steps or swinging from ropes, more than glitter and goo, more than skipping or running in the breeze (holding our mothers’ curtains aloft), more than leaping in splits or tangling ourselves around other bodies, more than contact or giving and taking weight, even more than pulsing with drumming or floating with butoh-white shadow bodies, dance has become a field, more than its descriptive parts, yet all of them, still more. Its identity is